CARLA
"What is wrong with you, Carla?!" Nattie, a co-worker of mine, seethed as she approached me.
"What did I do?" I asked between shaky short breaths, but my heart ached as I noticed the coffee she had in her hand.
"The man asked for a latte. You gave him an Americano. This is like what — the tenth mistake you've made today…"
"I'm sorry…."
"You're dumb as f**k. Where the hell is your head at?!"
"Hey!" A voice snapped. It was Dawson.
She turned in the direction. I didn't. I've been avoiding his gaze all day. Praying that he leaves. His presence turned me into a nervous wreck. Having his eyes drilling holes in me was the reason I made all the million and one mistakes Nattie just talked about.
"You might wanna watch that tone." He warned sternly.
Nattie looked deterred. Her ey
